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Lightning Strike
03:21
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along the tightening spiral
a centre that will not hold
a life led towards no end
coming to an end
you are the wood beneath the storm
every bough bent north
I am the lightning rod
my calm is the deadly calm
and I was cast for this
your hand within my hand
my debt will be your debt
your end will be my end
and who'd be held to words
for wanting more than this
your hope will be my home
this heart will be the first
this is a relic under glass
a splinter from the cross
a love like a hairpin turn
always preying on the lost
you are the fletching on the shaft
a spark upon the wind
a keening wire wound towards its will
reaching out to be done in
and I was cast for this
your hand within my hand
my debt will be your debt
your end will be my end
and who'd be held to words
for wanting more than this
your hope will be my home
this heart will be the first
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Marilyn Without Makeup
03:16
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like a child's camera
scratched lens, dented corners
every image a new delight in an old light
the wildness of youth amidst frozen moments
but somehow you forgot
that life's just day to day
one foot placed after another foot
one grain placed next to another grain
and you got tired of
giving your life to it
just to become a shadow of a thing
clenched fists, walked right through them
but they still stopped you
leather jacket, new tattoo of
marilyn without makeup
oh action, distraction
the vacant call of 'I made this happen'
proud in that moment of the flame
but slow for cover and quick to blame
but soon you will remember that
this life's just day to day
one foot placed after another foot
one grain placed next to another grain
one path walked after another's path
one pain after every other pain
you are a present made to be given
and they will take
and take
and take
keep your eyes down, walk fast
but they still stop you
leather jacket, new tattoo of
marilyn without makeup
clenched fists, walk right through them
a golden wake of misery
black eyeliner, bloodied lips, you're
still marilyn without makeup
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No Occult
03:33
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showed you a secret
now everybody knows
showed you a kindness reserved for the kindest
showed you inclusion,
and a secret, obscured by the image of a secret
now everybody knows
looked towards a secret
and the secret looked back into your secrets
tempted with a taste of its black drift
looked for a meaning
some illusion for your amusement
found only your life behind its mists
no occult
no self
no secrets anymore
no occult
no hate
no history nor its writers
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Sashay
03:46
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the long road runs straight
so you can see the horror for miles
blood caked in the seams of your hands
up to the wrists, a skillful auspice
there's hope in this horror
a blanket of borders
oh, so this is how far you'll go
hold your breath
till you black out
but the body will not die
always kept on the short leash
pull away, pull away
forever drawn down the dirt path
the dark heart of every dead-end lane
wore your colours to
the vernal ball
and spun under the lights
and you drank
till you blacked out
but the body would not die
there was no joy
in your delight
no fire in those eyes
your sashay
held no romance
there was no language to the dance
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Crescent Moon
04:19
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I know you
are just like me
need to feel that blood
between them teeth
but did you ever consider
the cost of this glamour
the hardened splendour
of the ardent spender
now that I've seen this
how could I ever go back
this want, black as the center of the crescent moon
this heart, a blind hand searching for its own doom
I could have tied myself to any stone in this damn room
but I've tied myself to you, always you
and bridled by brambles
shudder and tremble
to think of you golden
bound but emboldened
and now that I've been here
how could I ever go home
now that I've heard this
how could I ever be free
this want, black as the center of the crescent moon
this heart, a blind hand searching for its own doom
I could have tied myself to any stone in this damn room
but I've tied myself to you, always you
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6. |
Violent
03:56
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why do I do this?
a clear path for these hands
that only the violent
could understand
that moment of quiet
amidst a chaotic whirl
a sense of order
inside an impartial world
a spark of control
between the mind and the catch
a last breath of air
between the living and dead
oh wind in the rigging,
what were you thinking?
dashed on the rocks
or was it the singing?
and regrets
you might seem uncertain
but there's always the draw of the dark
seam in the curtain
all the trials
of a life lived in poor health
to finally discover there's only one way
to be rid of yourself
a spark of control
between the mind and the catch
a last breath of air
between the living and dead
oh wind in the rigging,
what was I thinking?
will I be dashed on the rocks
or is it the singing?
how could this ever end?
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7. |
Mexico
05:14
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ELMS Peterborough, Ontario
The music of Alex Unger, based out of Peterborough, Ontario, Canada.
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